Joey scowled slightly, wondering what Andrew meant by what he had said. He was talking like he always did. He was never educated in a school or with a tutor, so he never bothered trying to sound smarter than he was. He got up and found some ripe berries, passing them over to Andrew as the young man talked to his horse. "Are ya feeling better though?" he asked, chewing on another berry and sitting on an old twisted root that came from the ground. "Heck, you looked like you were on Death's doorstep when we came here."

He sighed and ran a hand through his own black hair, undoing the band that held it up and letting his generous length of hair fall across his back like a sheet. "I got some supplies if you need them. Stuff for your hair and all that guff. Do you need a bag?" He assumed that Andrew would want to leave him as soon as possible. He was a wanted criminal after all, and such a cute, beautiful man like Andrew wouldn't want anything to do with him.